Soon after these distressing events, Roland, having

satisfactorily accomplished the mission with which he had been entrusted, left the capital, and his wife could now again cultivate her lettuces and superintend the vintage at the Clos de la Platière. But the fever of the Revolution burned in her veins, the thirst for action consumed her, and, having once taken her share in that stimulating, all-absorbing centre of political action, she bitterly lamented sinking back into the nothingness of provincial life, and never again found repose in the green fields and shady thickets once so dear to her.